Текст песни My Bloody Valentine (feat. Lucy Loone & Zepkins) - Cottontail

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
The roses are red (are red), his body is blue (is blue)
We deliver this man (this man) with blood on our shoes

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
The ones who broke our hearts
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
It's time to leave our mark
Did you not want it?
Bitch you're not wanted
Kill, kill
Thought you wanted a taste of this blade, huh
Now you gonna have to eat all this cake hun

Baby you had no piece of mind
So I baked a cake, here take a piece of mine
It's your favorite kind, kind
He left me with a bellyache
Had to kill off my man
And I'll do it again
Do what I want when I want (Don't miss him)
Do what I want when I want (Good riddance)
Kill your men (Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill)

Cold blooded play, like it is a cold case
Speed pace no trace, hook it then I re-bait
Kill bitches, the business is in my briefcase
Bloody blade lick it like it's icing off a cake
D-d-d-don't say what I say, don't say what I did
Houdini bitch, I kill these tricks
Pull up wanna take a dip
My uzi spray, I clear his shit
Like KKK I'm coming on my kooky shit
Nailed to the crucifix, you bitches done like Juda-a-as
Cold blooded case, can't leave no trace
I'm in a rage, you bitches late, ah
Your bag I take out
Rearrange guts and blow brains out, ah

Baby you had no piece of mind
So I baked a cake, here take a piece of mine
It's your favorite kind, kind
He left me with a bellyache
Had to kill off my man
And I'll do it again
Do what I want when I want (Go get him)
Do what I want when I want (And kill him)

Treat me how I wanna be treated
This is for me but I know that you need it
I thought you wanted a taste of the blade
I'ma pull it out, poke you in the gut, make you nut
I might kill him if he thinks about betraying
Put him in a hex if he x's out my name
Murder on the brain, Looney bitch, I'm so insane
And he is so annoying but I'm wetter than the rain
Can't say the bitch didn't have it coming
Piercing screams and I hear him running
Destination to my dungeon
Bloody Valentine, hope I don't love him to death
Dick covered in red, he wanna die tonight
Gimme the knife
Bitch, bet